Because of the transfer, I was late on the bus. Then I was still running fast, and I caught him already at the crossroads. I knocked on the door and, strangely enough, the driver opened it. I joyfully jumped into the bus. The driver, apparently in a stupor as I got here, asked - Where did you come from? Where did you come from? I, being in confusion what he wants from me, and the truth was long to explain, answered with the preparation that I often had to use in those days - I'm from Russia - I am from Russia. This conversation was enough for us both, and the journey continued.